Epilogue: For the first time in my adult life, I didn’t have a goal. I wanted a lasting relationship, a reason to stay, a purpose for a life in Brooklyn.
Chapter I: Loss is a fundamental part of traveling; people rarely tell you that.
There are, in fact, countless versions of my future. I don't know which one I want most.
Depression mimics the broken heart scrolling through pictures of decay with the lights out to keep a sepia smile in perfect focus and out of the gutter. In the minutia of the day I find a hundred reasons to recall her face and forget why, while I’m really only thinking of her Jewish best friend … Continue reading All my exes hate me, they just spell it L-O-V-E